EXTRACT FOR
Nightmare
(Anna Mann)

But of course Daniel couldn't do any of those things, because Janet had no idea that she was being exposed naked for the world to see, and she certainly had no clue that her husband was eagerly discussing her bondage and sexual torture... because that was where the conversations had begun to head. Often Daniel would study her over breakfast and imagine what it would be like to watch her bound tightly with her legs spread wide, a gag secure in her mouth, and a large wine bottle shoved deep inside her body. Another time, Doug from somewhere in Florida had declared that if he had her alone then he would start by piercing her nipples with sewing needles, then tie her tits so tightly that they turned into purple balloons of taut flesh, and just as Daniel thought he couldn't get any more sadistic or perverted Doug had sent an image of a hot young blonde suspended by her tied tits, a long and very sharp skewer pushed right through each breast, and tears rolling from her tortured eyes.

"That would be your wife if I had her here with me now," Doug had said, "And while I had her hanging like that, I'd shove a lit candle right up her cunt, just to hear her scream."

It had proven too much for Daniel and his cum had shot high like a creamy fountain, what he was doing, and how he was feeling... well, it was just wrong but he felt addicted. The idea that Janet would be helpless and at the mercy of sexual sadists both appalled and excited him in equal measure, and as time passed Daniel began to convince himself that rather than fight, Janet would embrace the situation and shudder in pleasure as her body was abused.

Doug from Florida had sent a selection of hardcore photographs and videos and Daniel found himself checking his emails every few minutes in the hope that something new would have arrived.

"Do you think she would accept this?"

Doug had attached a small video file and as Daniel watched his jaw dropped. The model wasn't pretty, in fact she was borderline ugly but that didn't matter because after a few seconds no-one would consider looking at her face. Daniel swallowed hard as he watched her pushed down into a chair beside a heavy wooden table. Conveniently the level of the table just happened to be the same height as her saggy tits, and as the first floppy breast was stretched across the wood Daniel reached down and tugged his zip, his quick mind had filled in the gaps, he saw a wooden table, a saggy breast, a hammer and a handful of nails and he knew exactly what was about to happen.